Rock climbing
When my brother,19, offered to take me rock climbing out at Ortega Falls I was thrilled to go. We left our Dana Point house at about 10:00 in the morning, and started down the Ortega Highway. On the way out we were following a cement truck along the twisting, turning road. Suddenly my brother cursed under his breath. I looked at him surprisingly and asked "What's wrong?" He started to laugh and slowly took his foot off the accelerator, and rhetorically said "We're following that cement truck, right?" I nodded. "Well he's going 85 down this road." Luckily we were only about a mile from the turn off so we slowed down to 75 miles an hour. When we pulled off the side of the road we were both surprised to find that there were no other cars parked there. Normally this turn off was packed with cars with people climbing the Falls. Although we were both happy that there was no one else around to interfere, there was a lingering feeling of dread, that if something went wrong there would!n't be anybody else around to help out. We both got out of the car and decided to go on down against our better judgement. The trail down was a steep runoff ditch about two feet wide surrounded with scrub brush. While on the way down I was thinking both ab
When I was up he pulled me to my feet. I started searching for a hold for my foot when my brother yelled "Find a damn hold Josh!" I felt my foot catch a crack and crammed my foot into it. out how bad my legs were getting cut from the brush, but also about not slipping on the sandy trail. It must have been the adrenaline pumping, I probably looked the same. When he reached the top he laid down on the granite slab and stuck his head over the side. I grabbed for the grip but only felt loose rock in my hand instead. I then placed my free hand on the wall and pulled myself up with our wrists locked tight. We both sat down to rest from the steep grade. I nodded then relaxed my arms and legs, took in a deep breath and jumped out off the wall and up at the same time, the way I was trained. I would always be afraid of bouldering if it hadn't been for my brother who got me back on the same cliff that next weekend. I was looking at !the ground beneath my feet, when it started blur suddenly. I started climbing up again, but got stuck about two feet from the edge. When he reached the top, about 30 feet high, he came back down on a side path and s!aid, "Your turn.
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